BURIED TREASURE

I have sought to constrain the Holy Spirit, hiding Him away like pirate treasure in the banded, wooden casket of my heart, buried deep. Secret. Safe.

Today, instead, I would that He were as common a companion as walks each step of this mundane life with me, as familiar as air. Not secreted away, hidden, guarded, but exhaled easily and freely and naturally as breath. Exhaled into the world around me.

Not secret. Not safe.

Alive, visible, moving...moving me into that unknown, frightening, dangerous, and eternally safe place that is the will of God.

Today, Lord, disinter your treasure from the humus of my timid heart. Bring it out of darkness, to the light of day. Open the casket and circulate anew the gold that is Yours.